And finally, the opening for my novella "The Broken Road" is finalized. This means that I have opened the file numerous times, read it, and have not felt the need to rearrange words.
Outside the gilded halls of Antigua, summer wilted the crops in the fields. The lowborn poured their blood into the soil. What grew from those rites couldn’t be named or eaten. Famine was a dirty bitch with rotten fangs, but the hunger she put in a belly bit sharp nonetheless ...Read More